Cross My Heart... //Harry Styles//

Cross My Heart... //Harry Styles//

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As I rise to my feet, I stare into the man's eyes innocently. "Cross your heart?" "And hope to die." He replies still smiling maliciously. For the first time, I smirk back up at him. His face falls, confused. "Don't worry darling, you will." Valerie Watson, agent 11 is a spy for MI6. She is good at what she does, and she knows it. Being one of the most successful spies, she's had to be focused at everything she does. Her mind has made her execute missions perfectly, her body has beaten the odds set against her, and her heart has made her deadly. But when Valerie is teamed up with 1D, an undercover group of spies that have been under her nose for years. The operation at hand to find artefacts scattered all over the world in the most important mission she's ever had. Valerie discovers a mystery in herself, a strange distraction putting everything she's knows about herself to test. Whatever or whoever could that be?
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Love. War. Lies. Nothing stays buried. Emersyn escaped once. But freedom comes with scars, and the past has a way of bleeding through the cracks. As secrets unravel and loyalties fracture, she's forced to decide who she can trust in a world built on betrayal. And Harry Styles, the only person who felt like safety, might be the one who costs her everything. When it comes down to him or her, survival or sacrifice, she knows one thing: She's not making the wrong choice this time. * "Then help me understand." The room tilts. My breath is ragged, his face too close, that quiet demand pulling the ground out from under me. Neither of us moves. There's an inch between us that feels like a cliff edge, almost like one wrong step will send us both over. "I hate you," I whisper, the words tasting like blood and truth. His jaw tightens, and his eyes drag over my face like he's memorizing every line, every crack I swore I'd never let him see. The silence stretches thin; my pulse is hammering so loud it drowns out the world. "Good," he mutters finally, voice rough. **** Started: 1/14/2025 Ended: TBD **** (Cover credit @antiheroics16)

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